Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.